Luyện nghe bài hát The Creation Ruin

Here's to you who would creation.
to you...

See here blind men, we to bring you sight.
Gaze long upon wasteland.
the eyes of the limbless, grieving and slain.
Pray you such suffering.
See here men.
You see here.

We not mourn. Not this day.
the pallbearers. Quench the pyre.
We by moonlight;
Bound by unrest, into lunacy.

Maddened, mongering, guiltless, undiscerning...
The spear will the last of us.

to breath and beating hearts,
Life drains the soil.
Death is men unite, after lifetimes of unrest.
And this is the of man,
Misspent fortunes of breath and hearts.
Death is where men unite. We only in death.
A of corpses littered under a mourning moon.

May the weight of the dead the burden of clarity.
In we are blind, masked by a black veil
the vision, the heart, and the mind.
Exact and be damned.
Only unveiling brings deliverance this,
Our and cyclical fate...

From the with warm blood on our faces;
To the grave cold blood on our hands.

Here's to you who would creation...

an end to you.